Why Not The Bahamas? Or The Corn

If We Could Manage Any Sort Of Trust Again... Well. That Would Make Me Happier Than You Can Imagine

"well, I'm Supposed To Be Crazy, Right?" [...] "and There Isn't Much I Wouldn't Do For You. The Stupider, The Better."

Ah, Those Two. In A Fight, They’re Lethal. Around Each Other, They Melt.

Seth Was A Wonderful Kisser. He Gave The Kind Of Kisses That Melted Into Your Mouth And Filled You With Sweetness. They Were Like Cotton Candy.

Escape Plan Number Seventeen," I Told Her. "run Away And Open A Juice Stand In Fresno." "why Fresno?" "sounds Like The Kind Of Place People Drink A Lot Of Juice.